Henry was enjoying his pie while sitting next to his Mom in a booth as he listened to his Mom and Archie talk about small trivial things. It was as the therapist was talking about some funny thing Pongo did that he saw it for the first time, the way Dr. Hopper looked at his Mom, but really, when he thought back it had always been there, from the first time Archie ran up to him and Emma when he first brought her back to Storybrooke. There was a sense of wonder in his eyes whenever they talked. Henry wasn't completely sure he knew what it meant, after all he didn't have much practical experience with that type of thing, but he could tell it meant something. It was in that moment he decided he would figure it out.

Half way through describing to Emma his latest proud story of Pongo Archie realised Henry was staring at him, studying him, and though he had a few fears on why he actually had no real idea. In an attempted to distract Henry from whatever he was doing he abandoned his story to ask Henry, "Do you want another hot chocolate?" He nodded to the empty cup in front of the young man.

Squinting his eyes, knowing full well what the red headed man was doing, Henry simply nodded before saying politely, "Yes, please."

Archie smiled somewhat shyly as he stood up from the booth before gathering three empty mugs and moving to the counter where he ordered three more of the cinnamon sprinkled drinks. He took in a deep breath as he waited for Grannie to return with the hot chocolate.

Once Archie's back was turned to them Emma gave Henry a questioning look, not even needing to say the words. She wanted to know what that had been about. She had noticed the intense stare her son had been giving the doctor. Henry pretended he didn't understand as he asked innocently, "What?"

Emma couldn't help but smile as she told him, "Kid, subtlety is not your strong suit." When Henry only looked back at her, still trying to look innocent, she laughed as she asked, "Why are you looking at Archie like he's a puzzle you're trying to solve?"

Shrugging, Henry refused to say anything, saved from having to as the older man returned carefully carrying three fresh mugs of hot chocolate. He smiled brightly at the mother and son as he pushed a mug in front of each, sipping on his own as he sat back. After they thanked him Emma asked him to continue his story but before he could Hook strolled into the diner, smiling as his eyes landed quickly on Emma.

Walking over to the table he put on a smirk as he asked, "What, am I not invited to the party?" His hand found Emma's shoulder without thought, his arm wrapped around her while he stood. Archie could see the worry on his face though, behind the cocky smile. Not for the first time he found himself with conflicting thoughts and emotions. It pained him to see the casual intimacy but a bigger part of him was happy for Emma, that she had found someone who seemed to make her happy, someone she seemed to be able to let in. Though the emotional part of him, the part he knew Emma seemed to see past so often, was kicking up a fight, so with a quick excuse about having to get home to Pongo he stood up to leave, abandoning a full cup of hot chocolate as he made a hasty escape from the diner, only stopping to throw some money on the counter in front of Grannie who was giving him a concerned frown.

Emma was confused by the sudden change in mood before the doctor rushed out, looking at his mug in confusion once he was out the door, but was pulled from her musings as Hook sat down where Archie had been. She felt an odd sense of loss before she told herself internally to get a grip and she refocused on Hook who was trying to get her attention.

Henry, much like Grannie, was frowning in concern as he watched someone he cared about all but run from the diner, distress clear on his face or at least clear to Henry. The two had been through a fair amount together, after the mine incident Henry liked to think he had grown pretty good at reading the doctor. He also liked to think he had picked up a few things from the man in their sessions. As he stared at the door he was starting to come to some realisations but he still wanted more data before he came to a conclusion. He was pretty sure he knew what was happening but he wanted to be sure before he did anything. He also made a mental note that he'd have to start paying more attention to his Mom as well, specifically around Dr. Hopper.

Clearing his throat Hook tried to get the mother and sons attention. When he finally got it he felt a strange unease overtake him but chose to ignore it. He wanted to make sure Emma was okay. She had been acting strange since they returned, since her hand had started shaking, and though he had tried to get her to talk to him it was to no avail. That didn't stop him from trying again though as he asked her, "Love, is everything alright?"

She didn't even pretend to think as she smiled thinly and told him, "Everything's fine." Hook noticed even Henry give her a disbelieving look before the boys eyes were drawn to the third mug sitting on the table in front of him. He gave Henry a sideways glance but refocused on Emma as he suggested, "Maybe it's time we head home, get some rest while we still can. We never know when things will go horribly wrong here after all." He smiled jokingly but he could feel how heavy his words were on all of them. He mentally smacked himself as he stood up and nodded toward the door. Henry and Emma were right behind him as he headed out of Grannie's.